*lands outside the tomb with escorts, 5 bodyguards climb out of the Lamba-class shuttle*

Master he is here i flee it

i cannot watch your sessions anymore, i am sorry, you must be with him alone

force blast, summon darkness, flase light side aura, mind control, illusion casting, summon fear and invoke spirits

*returns to shuttle and flies back into orbit to rejoin fleet*

*returns to shuttle and flies back into orbit to rejoin fleet*

*Alas! ...* *after months of exploring the location of Ulic Qel-Droma's tomb a large store of Solari crystals was found by a team of Imperial-Sorcerer explorers.*

*Solari crystals, famed Jedi-related focusing and power crystals for Lightsabers that were rare, and even rarer to bond with and use properly, were found within the deep and dank, cold and dark, recesses of the tomb and final resting place of Ulic Qel-Droma.* *Once the exploration team had successfully taken one of the crystals and tested it for a wide variety of things, such as sensitivity to the Force as well as growth, the crystals began to be harvested.* *Almost three forty-liter drums were filled, from bottom to top, with the fist-sized Jedi-crystals to be transported back to the Republic base, and from there, to Wayland or the Cron Drift.*

Solari Crystal Mine ~ 156-B98

*Once the precious and highly rare Lightsaber crystal, notably the Solari variety, had been found within the interior of the tomb of former Jedi and former Sith Ulic Qel-Droma, the troopers of the Coalition of Independent Rights had swiftly deployed mobile mining units to be set up within the tomb to excavate the crystals and ship them off world for millions of millions of creds, which in turn supplied the operations with more droids and equipment, which was also used to mine for more crystals. A lot of the creds, however, were pocketed into the Coalitions governmental funding account to pay for the needs and upkeep costs of the trooper garrison on Rhen Var.*

*Deep within the buried Jedu Monument and Temple (although they only knew it to be the resting place of Ulic Qel-Droma), a team of explorers and engineers responsible for restructuring the Tombs inner walls with both sheets of metal and explosives were walking down a tunnel . . . these are their stories in restoring and exploring the Jedi Monument of Rhen Var.*

"Why's it so fricken dark!" *A female Mon Calamari engineer named Mekba shouted from the front of the groups straight file and line formation. Stopping where she stood, which abruptly caused the rest of the four man team, droid not included, to bump and batter each other as the one in front of them unexpectedly stopped walking. Only their faithful astromech droid, an older P2-series prototype they found wandering the halls and passageways of the Republic Base, seemed to have enough sense to stop before running into someone and causing his frail shell of a body to become injured. It, naturally, was not something on his top and up to day to-do list today. Maybe tomorrow, or next week, but not here. Not down here in the dank hallways of the Tomb.* "I'm sick of these dim hallways, I'm sick of the damp walls - *she accented this with drawing a webbed finger across the dark walls, coming away with a thin line of water and grim.* - just tired of it."

*To her dismay, the overhead lamp that was strung up on a series of cables and lines flickered three times, cascading the team into darkness for a moments notice. Growling somewhere deep in her gut, the Engineer railed off a series of curses and other obscenities while the remainder of the group sat, or rather, stood in darkness.* "Aren't you supposed to . . . uhm, I don't know . . . like the water Mekba?" *Lencen, a human male and the teams Cartographer (a map maker) said with the faint hint of sarcasm in his voice and tone.*

"Water, yes. Damp, dank, stinky, caves? No." *She said with a humph of her shoulders.* "Who do you think I am, some kind of Sullustan?"

"You offend me Mekba, greatly in fact." *Their Jedi Knight guide, a female Sullustan by the name of Nehal, said with a sad voice from the rear of the group. Resting her hand on the cave wall for support, she sighed and wished relations within the group were better. At the moment she was putting up with a grumpy Mon Calamari, an overly sarcastic human (of course), and a mildly content Ewok. Dressed in the traditional wear of the Jedi, a tunic and robes and accompanied by a Lightsaber and tool kit attached to her belt, Nehal was serving the exploration team as a guide through the Tomb of the fallen Jedi Knight and Dark Lord of the Sith. In case they found something, anything, that hinted of either light or dark side origin Nehal would take the great cares and pains to protect the group from whatever they found. Spirits, dark side apparitions, were known to roam the halls and passageways, of the resting places of former Dark Lords and this place was no different. Back when the Coalition of Independent Rights had first discovered the resting place of Ulic Qel-Droma and decided that further exploration of the Tomb was in order, many had died at the hands of spirits like those summoned by the Dark Lords before death. So far, none had hindered their journey.*

*Squeaking, Mekba shuddered from both the cold and the chilling voice of the teams Jedi Knight guide as it cut through the silence the caves and tunnels had to offer.* "I . . . I didn't mean it like that Jedi Nehal, you know that . . . right?"

*Restraining herself from laughing, Nehal nodded her head and smiled. Moving ahead of their Ewok technician and the Cartographer to stand by Mecka. Placing a hand on her shoulder the Jedi Knight gave it a comfortable squeeze, assuring her that she understood she had meant no harm in the comment.* "No harm, no foul. Right? I mean if the spirits come and it did offend me like I played . . . you'd be screwed.

Food for thought, young one. Food for thought. Let's keep moving, shall we?"*She said with a eerie smile.*

"I g-g-guess . . ." *Was all the Mon Calamari could say from fear.

Taking control of the group Nehal began their movements once more, trekking through the tunnels until they came upon their target location. Hours later, three in fact, passed with little to no conversation between the group. Through the entire time, their Ewokian technician said nothing, other than grunt while walking over tall obstacles - a problem for his short stature.*